Quotes by J.R. Ward

Well, wasnt this a night for firsts. Sex. Arson. Pants.

God, he was probably too young to be this old, but life had a way of being about experience, rather than calendar days.

The heavy soul will not pass though the body is failing.

Rhage exhaled slowly, air easing out of his nose. As he sank into his skin, he reveled in the perfection of peace. The heavenly silence. The great roaring absence.

And for all he had learned to bandage himself up on the outside, the wound remained just as bad and deep as the moment it had been made - when it became obvious that the one male he wanted above all others was never, ever going to be with him.

One thing, though, Qhuinn murmured.What?The voice that came out his throat was unlike anything hed ever heard from himself before. If any guy breaks your heart or treats you like shit, I will bust him apart with my bare hands and leave his broken, bloody body for the sun.Blays laughter rumbled around the tiled walls. Of course you will--Im dead fucking serious.Blays blue eyes shot over his shoulder.If there are any who dare to hurt you, Qhuinn growled in the Old Language, I shall see them staked afore me and shall leave their bodies in ruin.

A book unopened alters not the ink on its pages. What is there is there.

I would do anything for you. Anything.With that, he pushed his way out...and as the door eased shut, she realized that I love you could indeed be said without actually uttering the phrase.Actions did mean more than words.

When her blue-black eyes lifted to his, everything disappeared. Their bodies dematerialized. The room they were in ceased to exist. Time became nothing. And in the void, in the wormhold, Wraths chest opened up sure as if hed been shot, a piercing pain licking over his nerve endings. He knew then that there are many ways for a heart to break. Sometimes its from the crowding of life, the compression of responsibility and birthright and burden that just squeezed you until you couldnt breathe anymore. Even though your lungs were working just fine. And sometimes its from the casual cruelty of a fate that took you far from where you had thought you would end up.And sometimes its age in the face of youth. Or sickness in the face of health. But sometimes its just because youre looking into the eyes of your lover, and your gratitude for having them in your life overflows...because you showed them what was on the inside and they didnt run scared or turn away: they accepted you and loved you and held you in the midst of your passion or your fear...or your combination of both. Wrath closed his eyes and focused on the soft pulls at his wrist. God, they were just like the beat of his heart. Which made sense.Because she was the center of his chest. And the center of his world.

The necklace was a good excuse, he murmured.For what?I thought maybe I could go to Charleston and show up at your front door to give this back and maybe… you might let me in. Or something. I was worried that another male would court you, so Ive been trying to go as fast as I could. I mean, I figured maybe if I could read, and if I took a little better care of myself, and if I tried to stop being such a mean-ass motherfucker… He shook his head. But dont misunderstand. Its not like I expected you to be happy to see me. I was just… you know, hoping… coffee. Tea. Chance to talk. Or some shit. Friends, maybe. Except if you had a male, he wouldnt allow that. So, yeah, thats why Ive been hurrying.His yellow eyes lifted to hers. He was wincing, as if he were afraid of what might be showing on her face.Friends? she said.Yeah… I mean, I wouldnt disgrace you by asking for more than that. I know that you regret… Anyway, I just couldnt let you go without… Yeah, so… friends.

Mary.” Turning at the soft sound of her name, she glanced behind herself. Then frowned. “Lassiter?” “I’m over here.” “Where?” She looked all around. “Why is your voice echoing?” “Chimney.” “What?” “I’m stuck in the fucking chimney.” She raced over to the fireplace and got on her hands and knees. Looking up into the dark flue, she shook her head. “Lass? What the hell are you doing up there?” His voice emanated from somewhere above her. “Don’t tell anyone, okay?” “What are you—” An arm came down. A very sooty arm that was encased in a red sleeve that had white trim. Or what had been white trim and which was now smudged with ash. “You’re stuck!” she exclaimed. “And thank God no one lit this fire!” “You’re telling me,” he muttered in his disembodied voice. “I had to blow out Fritz’s match like a hundred times before he gave up. Fuck, that sounds dirty. Anyway, just remind me never to try to be Santa for your kid, okay? I’m not doing this again, even for her.” Mary stretched a little farther in, but the logs on the hearth stopped her. “Lassiter. Why can’t you free yourself by dematerializing—” “I’m impaled on a hook that’s iron. I can’t go ghost. And will you just take this?” “Wha

Those eerie diamond eyes shifted over to her and she stilled, as if hes willed her to do so.There was a moment of silence. And then in a rough voice the man whose life she saved spoke four words that changed everything...changed her life, changed her destiny: She. Comes. With. Me.

And mortal terror in a female was Zs favorite turn-on. He got off on it like most males favored crap from Victorias Secret.

Good? No, that didnt go far enough. Shed made him feel… alive. Awakened.

Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither!

Okay, okay, okay … go to your corners, boys. This is a nice Aubusson carpet you’re standing on. You get blood on it and I’ll have Fritz so far up my ass I’ll be coughing on his hankie.

The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body.

Listen, I dont want things to get weird, okay.Oh, yeah, no, weird is bad.But just so you and I are clear, I really fucking want to kiss you right now.

You are a manipulator.I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer.

Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.